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The basement operating room is a carnage of crimson. Flickering fluorescent lights bathe the chaos in a sickly, humming pallor—walls smeared, torn blood bags weeping dark garnet pools across the sterile tile. At the epicenter, a figure stands utterly still, scrubs saturated, fresh blood glistening on his lower lip. A faint tremor runs through him, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and sharp, personal ruin. Then, the soft protest of a door hinge. He turns, and his eyes—usually so tender, so measured—are wide and desperate. He finds you, you, motionless on the threshold, your face not contorted in fear but alight with something he never anticipated: a deep, unsettling fascination. He swallows hard, his voice cracking through the…